She wore the short, red dress with the diamond straps better than any runway model ever could. My girl deserved designer dresses, and I would make sure she always had them.
“Milo.” My father's gruff voice drew my attention from Sable. “Are you listening?”
“Of course.”
“I can appreciate that it’s Valentine’s Day and you’re with Sable.” He paused for a moment, probably thinking about my mother. “But don’t let your guard down. Medina is unpredictable.”
“We’re finishing up dinner.” I rented out a restaurant so the two of us could be alone. “We’re staying at the penthouse tonight because the roads are supposed to get icy.”
“Just be safe. I’ll see you at the dealership in the morning.”
“Is there anything else you need me to do?”
“Just enjoy your night.”
When he ended the call, I joined Sable at the small table for two.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“My dad was just checking in.”
She motioned at the chocolate lava cake doused in raspberry sauce and whipped cream. “I waited for you.” She smiled. “It smells delicious.”
“It looks good.” I slid into the booth where she sat, abandoning my seat across from her. “But there’s only one dessert I want tonight, and I promise that one is more indulgent than any imported chocolate.”
“You’ll have your cake and eat it too.”
“Don’t tease me.”
“Thank you for the dress.” She glanced at the table. “And this amazing dinner.”
“I can give you the world.” I picked up the fork and broke off a piece of the cake, causing the hot fudge to ooze out. “But let’s start with this.” I brought the fork to her lips and gently placed it into her waiting mouth. “How is it?”
“Decadent.” When she licked her lips, my cock responded. “Do you want some?”
“What are you offering?” I fed her another piece of the cake, before leaning close to her and sliding my tongue into her mouth and tasting the sweet chocolate.
“Whatever you want.” She swirled her finger around the whipped cream on the plate and then smeared it across my lips. When she kissed me, she sighed against my mouth.
“I want you to finish this cake.” I pressed the fork to her lips again. “While I do this.” I trailed my free hand up her thighs and under her dress. “I want to have my dessert.”
“Oh.” She closed her legs when I skimmed my fingers along her panties. “Maybe we should leave?”
“I don’t think so.” I licked the fudge from the fork as I pushed my fingers inside her.
“You have the most sensual mouth.” She leaned forward and kissed me, twisting her tongue along mine. “I have dreams of you tasting me.”
“You don’t have to dream, baby.” I set a slow, steady rhythm inside her hot core. “I’ll lick your pussy whenever it’s in front of me.”
“Milo.” She shifted her hips against my fingers. “That… Oh…”
I hiked her dress higher, revealing her panties. She glanced between her legs, watching my hand glide up and down.
“As a matter of fact, it’s in front of me right now.” I set the fork on the table and dropped to my knees. “It would be a sin to miss this opportunity.”
“Milo.” Her eyes widened. “Here?”
“Relax, Sexy Sable.” I pressed my hand against her abs and guided her to rest her back into the booth. “No one would dare bother me. I told them once dessert was served to leave us alone.”
